Luyện nghe bài hát All My Bitches Are Gone

I used to a lot of bitches
Straight for me
anything I said, even hoe on the street
But I'm a dog and I dog my
Guerrilla pimpin', four door cars
Ain't got no kids but them bitches daddy
had to share me or them bitches couldn't have me
Cause I'm a Mack a capital M
me $hort Dog baby, put the P in the Pimp
I keep my foot in your ass and give a fuck
Get out her pocket, bitch you gettin' up
You see me hangin' with niggas like jock
And every single five mile, bitches gettin'
Well now I got a rep and say I'm wrong
I beat my ass and she moved back home
in one night, I was buzzin'
Bitch tried to front me for fuckin' her
She yellin', man, the bitch got raw
I one step back and went straight to her jaw
I a fuck that the bitch left
Cause all she ever got was good dick
And it really shit to find another bitch
I'm a cool motherfucker and I'm hella rich
(Yeah) Ant Banks in the house and you know he
Grab the mic nigga, these hoes

Yeah, I'm thinkin' back 'fore a nigga came up
Playin' games the bitches
Thought a nigga might but
I was tight thinkin' everything's all
Doin' the same shit to a different every night
Just dickin'em down a gigolo
So you gotta peep game from a though
I'm too young to get sprung so don't trip,
(Ain't no love, bitch)
So let's speak a freak named Connie
Fucked the bitch tough, at the Omni
I can't forget Constance, the bitch is so
Quick to my nuts, suck my dick, and just hum
And these are some hoes
a nigga like tossed up, kinda crossed up
Turned out and lost but I ain't
all got tramped
Used and till they all just vamped
And left a nigga stuck with no of get back
Now I even get by the hoodrats
Cause they know what the they gon' get
Took for they cash and a full of dick, huh
And I I gotta be that way
Goin' vicious on these
Just made'em all today
But I know it won't last
They fuck Ant Banks
Now all my bitches is

All my bitches are gone, them bitches
I had a gang of'em, now they can't be
They fuckin' with $hort Dog
I'm from Oakland

You fuck with us bitch, gettin' broken
leg, arm, jaw, nose, pick a part
Oakland motherfuckers'll your heart
Until you recognize in your face
You's a punk ass bitch, ain't been no place
I hold back, now's the time
To leave your stank fake ass bitches behind
And move on a player
I'm ghetto hoes and even squares
Secretaries, nurses, and police
I'm flyin' class, nigga, fuckin' flight attendents
$Hort Dog nothin' but a dog, beeyatch
(Ain't nothin' new nigga, again)
All my bitches are gone, bitches cut
But I really don't a fuck
I always knew I didn't that hoe
I got the game from the motherfuckin'
And you can tell when I hit the
All star-struck bitches jump in my face
And get to the curb like I'm the mob
Unless they givin' blowjobs

Yeah, and when a bitch wanna
I put in work, treat'em all dirt
And watch them get they feelin's
I'm a mack, hoe, listen to this rap, hoe
And you know not to fuck around
get slapped, hoe
For tryin' to up the Ant Banks program
Steady saltin' your stanky ass toe jams
You're mad cause I wouldn't no time
I'm with the homies, makin'
Pullin' bitches and rhymes
I'm doin' what I got to do
I'm not with you
Because your ass cock is through
So now I get some new hoes
Some old school
That's still ridin' trues and
I want a freak the gangsta look
That Ant Banks can
And the bitch know how to cook
Cause I'm a nigga that'll eat shit up
Macaroni, steak, collard greens, or whatever the
Yeah $hort, you know how we
Treat bitches red lights and run right through'em
I got my on strong and my dick on long
So fuck it, all my can stay gone

too

You know what I'm

Yeah,

Dog in the motherfuckin' house

Nah nigga, you in motherfucker

Bringin' this for nine-tre and nine-four
You know what I'm
Get in where you fit in,

Before you need a check up the neck up

out
Fuck bitches, man
these bitches, $hort
get out of here, man